The sun shone down on the calming beach of Dubai, that Stiles was at with his dad as they just relaxed. Stiles was finished with his FBI training (and was out of school) and was thinking of doing a CIA training. But he wanted to have some bonding time after all the stress Stiles had been going through, including his break up with Lydia. Which was no more than a year ago and it was just a horrible way to breakup. Obviously Stiles wanted to follow in his dad's footsteps, but Lydia couldn't cope with him being in danger (despite the fact that they live in a world where all the legends are true). So that was the constant argument, and what was the cause of their relationship for good; it sure took a toll on him and thus his dad decided this trip was to happen.

Bathing in the sun Stiles looked over at his dad a cheeky smile on his face, he saw his dad was talking to a woman. When she left his dad came back and just scoffed once he caught that cheeky smile on Stiles' face
"I don't want to hear it" he chuckled as he sat down next to his son
"I wasn't going to say anything" Stiles exclaimed as he laughed.
His dad just gave him a look and Stiles admitted to it, his dad told him to get up and get them some cold beers (seeing as Stiles was of 23 years and was legal to drink). As Stiles stood up to walked off and grab them a drink from the bar, his dad smacked the back of his head and Stiles just laughed and headed off. While he was buying the drinks he thought to himself 'How could this day be any better?'
Oh how he could not have foreseen of the terror that would soon rain down, and flip is world all upside down.

As he stood to pay for the drink from the bartender he hard that gun shots were fired; people began to scream and run around like headless chooks. Stiles saw that the bartender was killed and Stiles rushed off to get away from the wood and glass debris from the bar. He tripped into the pool. Seeing the bullets ripple into the water Stiles managed to dodge the bullets; whilst in the water he could hear the muffled screams of panic and the gun fires. He swam up to the surface and heard the loudness. He feared for his dad. Stiles began to yell out for his dad, when he was out of the pool, he was shot at his leg. His yellow board shorts began to stain red; that didn't stop Stiles from finding his dad.

"Dad!" he yelled as he hobbled to the beach avoiding the panicking people and some of the already dead bodies on the sand
"Dad!" he called out again with a more fearful tone
"Stiles!" called out his dad.
Stiles sees him and bee-lined to him calling out for him again and getting a response, just as he reached his dad he saw his father's eyes go wide. Stiles saw in that second, the life from his father's eyes leave. It felt like everything slowed down, all sounds of panic and terror stopped. He felt as if his ears began to ring as he screamed out in protest. Slowly his father fell to his feet. Stiles rushed to him and the sound came back to him as he shook him, wishing it wasn't true
"Dad! No dad, please don't go! Get up please" he yelled as he shook him.
He shook him harder as his face stained with tears, the truth dawned on that his dad was not coming back. He gave out a yelled of rage that was until a guy with a gun pointed it at Stiles as and shot him on the side and on his right shoulder; sending him to the sand.

Waking up in a fright he sat up and ran his hand through his messy back hair. It had been 18 months (1.5 years) since that had happened back in Dubai at that beach. Ever since then he had only one objective "Kill those who killed his dad" that was his only purpose to life.
In those 18 months, Stiles worked on his physical strength. Teaching himself Arabic, French, Spanish and many other languages in that 1.5 years. Teaching himself to shoot and fight but despite that, Stiles could tell he was losing himself slowly but surely. He began to question his own sanity; he couldn't help but feel that his actions were justified, given to what happened to him. However, that question would have to be answered by someone other than himself.

Stiles had been living his life on the down low,  following everything he could on the terrorist group. He managed to hack the FBI system and firewall; using their data base in tracking the guy that shot him and his father. One day as he was tracking a chat room with other terrorist talking he recognized a place Beacon Hills. that was a place he never thought would ever be mentioned, it seemed as if he will paying his hometown a little visit.

Stiles logged off his computer and decided to get ready for his daily training. Grabbing his boxing gear he locked his apartment up and headed off to the gym; once he arrived he began to spar with one of the guys. It seemed that he was too lost in his thoughts that he ignored the man in his headlock, was taping his leg so Stiles could let go of the hold. Once he noticed the tapping, he let go of the guy and stood up. The guy he had spared with was coughing, his face red as he yelled at the instructor
"What the hell man! He always does this; he's going to kill someone someday" Yelled the guy at the instructor
"But did you die? No, you didn't. So stop complaining" Stiles snapped
"Look here Stilinski, he has a point. You always do this, I'm sorry but I have to kick you out" the instructor said firmly
"Oh my god! You know what fine, I didn't even like this club anyway" Stiles scoffed as he grabbed his things and walked out slamming the doors of the gym.

Stiles was at the firing club shooting his targets, getting all the head shots. Just to prove how good he is, he shot all the other four targets. All square in between the eyes, he stood there. his gun smoked a little from the opening from the rapid fire. The others who were shooting stopped and glared at Stiles. He just held a serious blanked face, with no emotions on his face. Taking off his earmuffs and the safety glasses they have you wear. he placed them on the bench and his now empty gun by it. Grabbing his personal belonging he walked out of the shooting range and headed home. Once he was back home he checked his computer and saw he had an email from an old friend of his.

Hey Stiles,

It's me Scott, I know I have sent so many of these emails. I know it can be pretty annoying but look, I really need my best friend back. I know you're going through shit and it sucks that you have to face that. But you're not alone, the pack needs you man; we need our Stiles back.
Look, just please just think of coming back for a holiday; I'm not asking you to live here again, I just want my best friend back even for just a day

Just please answer my emails, just so I know you are not avoiding me or that you're still here...and alive.

- Scotty

Stiles looked at the email and sighed, it most certainly was not Scott's first email to him; there has been countless amounts of emails sent by Scott to Stiles (in which Stiles had deleted over and over again). But looking at this email, he remembered the chatroom and how they mentioned Beacon Hills; as well as their potential next targets. Stiles decided it was time to tell it straight to Scott

Scott,

Look man as much as I love the constant email from you. I would like to inform you that I will be going to Beacon Hills for Personal Reasons. I will not be coming there for your sake, but if I see you I might say hi but there are no promises.

-Stiles

Once the message was sent he received a quick message back from Scott, but Stiles paid no attention to the sent email from Scott. He began to pack his things and booked himself a flight as soon as possible to head off to Beacon Hills